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♪ Every time that you walk by ♪

♪ I feel just like a birdie I'm ready to fly ♪

♪ Baby, ooh ♪

♪ You're for me ♪

♪ You've got eyes like a lighthouse on the sea ♪

♪ A-honey, sugar, sweetie what you do to me ♪

♪ Baby, you're for me ♪

♪ So, come on and love me ♪

♪ The way I love you ♪

♪ Come on and tell me Tell me that you're gonna be my blushin' bride ♪

♪ You're gonna stand here by my side ♪

♪ I'm gonna spend my whole life through ♪

♪ Just lovin' you ♪

♪ Uh-huh-huh ♪

♪ Come on and love me ♪

♪ The way I love you ♪

♪ Come on and tell me ♪

♪ Tell me that you're gonna be my blushin' bride ♪

♪ You're gonna stand here by my side ♪

♪ I'm gonna spend my whole life through ♪

♪ Just lovin' you Uh-huh-huh ♪

♪ You've got a crazy, crazy crazy style ♪

♪ You've got a brand-new way of drivin' me wild ♪

♪ Baby, ooh You're for me ♪

♪ You're for me ♪

♪ Come on and love me ♪

♪ The way I love you ♪

♪ Come on and tell me ♪

♪ Tell me that you're gonna be my blushin' bride ♪

♪ You're gonna stand here by my side ♪

♪ I'm gonna spend my whole life through ♪

♪ Just lovin' you Uh-huh-huh ♪

♪ You've got a crazy, crazy crazy style ♪

♪ You've got a brand-new way of drivin' me wild ♪

♪ Baby, ooh You're for me ♪

♪ You're for me, you're for me You're for me, you're for me You're for me ♪

♪ You're for me You're for me ♪

♪ You're for me ♪

♪ Mmm, you're for me ♪

♪ You're for me, you're for me You're for me You're for me ♫

Warren?

Warren?

Warren?

Warren?

Warren!

- Honey, call the police. - Oh, Warren. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- Oh, Christ! Oh, my God! - Just...

- Warren, what happened? - Dial 9-1-1.

- Tell them there's been a... I heard a noise. - When?

Just a minute ago. I heard a noise. I came down the stairs,

and I saw... a figure, an intruder.

- I went to the, uh... - What?

The... What the fuck is that thing? That? Over there, what is that?

- What, the desk? - The desk! That's what I saw. Then I took the gun out...

- We have a gun in the desk? - Yes!

Don't yell at me! Since when do we have...

Since the L.A. thing I've had a gun.

So I took it out of... And I stood in the corner.

And-And-And this intruder...

I-I...

I shot him.

- I see that. - In the head.

- I got it all over me. On the robe from-from... - The Sundance Catalog?

- Oh, my God. - Don't-Don't-Don't touch anything.

Just do as I say. Phone the police.

Warren? What?

That's Justin.

It's Justin, your partner.

What the fuck would Justin be doing in my house at 5:00 in the morning?

- I don't know. - That's Ridic...

Jill bought that jacket for him on their vacation last year.

But it's 5:00 in the morning!

- Why do you have your watch on? - What?

You always take your watch off before you go to bed.

- You took it off last night. - We have a dead body in the middle of our living room.

Justin! We have Justin!

Fine, we have Justin. What the fuck does it matter if I have my watch on?

You heard a noise and you came down here.

But you put your watch on first?

Warren, what have you done?

I'm protecting my home.

No. What is going on here?

It was dark. I heard something. I reacted.

This is our home, Helen.

But this is crazy, Warren.

It's what?

I'm scared.

Don't worry. We're safe now.

Acts have consequences, Warren.

The act of murder has consequences.

How many times have I been telling you this?

I ask you, and you tell me it was an accident.

You know what I think?

I don't think so.

I believe in God, Warren.

I believe that no man is so guilty...

that God will not forgive him if he confesses.

But if you dick with me,

there are consequences.

I'm gonna step outside.

So what are we talking about here, Tim? If you plead guilty?

I didn't do anything! You shot a man, Warren.

Well, yes. All right.

Justin Simpson, your business partner for 11 years.

- It was self-defense. - It was Justin.

Oh, hey, I didn't know that at the time.

Me and Patsy are talking about maybe moving to Arizona.

You don't wanna move there, Tyler. It's so fucking hot.

Yeah, but it's dry heat.

I can't believe you're fuckin' retiring. You're gonna miss all this.

Dealing with assholes like him?

I won't miss it.

If you can't explain to me what Justin was doing in your living room...

No, Tim. Not a fucking clue.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless he was there to fuck my wife.

Don't go down this road, Warren.

He was screwing her. Now, just stop right there.

- Like a fucking rabbit. - This is some sick delusion you have.

Isn't the lawyer Winifred Sullivan's son? Who's Winifred Sullivan?

Jesus, Agee.

Dr. King's sidekick in the Civil Rights movement?

First black man to run for the senate?

Killed by that lunatic? Any of this ring a bell?

Yeah, a little.

For 15 years you've accused Helen of sleeping with countless people.

To the best of my knowledge, she's always been faithful. Are you on my side or what?

I represent you, Warren.

No, it was an accident.

Yeah, well, I didn't know that we had one either.

Yes, I could put it up high, but it's not like there's ever been a kid in the house, so...

No, no shopping today, Mom.

I don't want to shop today.

Well, it's not always a cure-all.

No, I don't need sweaters for the winter.

I have sweaters for the winter, Mom.

Right.

I will. I'll go out later and get some air.

Uh, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later.

Oh, geez.

If you gentlemen have no further questions...

for my client, we will be leaving.

You know what I think? No.

- I think I don't like you. - Color me scared.

Get him out of my face.

♪ Born to kill Are we born to kill ♪

♪ Yeah, soaked with blood ♪

Bosco?

Makes every meal a fucking party.

Excuse me, Miss?

Yo, Miss. Hey, hey, hey. Wait.

Oh, right.

Um, how much for a Lotto ticket?

Let me see your bag, please.

Why? It's my bag.

Stop it! Let go of me!

Get your fucking hands off me or I'll call the cops!

Fucking asshole!

Fuck!

Hey, hey, stop it. My brother's a cop.

H-He's a cop, and he just got out of the hospital,

'cause he was shot in the line of duty, protecting a convenience store.

I just wanted to surprise him, and I forgot my wallet.

He can vouch for me.

Do you know her?

Yes, I'm her, um, lawyer.

And, uh,

I'll take care of everything.

All right. Whatever.

He's my fucking lawyer.

My whole day was shot.

Six fucking hours, but I kicked their ass.

Sullivan said, "Hang in, Warren."

Damn it if he wasn't right. He may be pricey, but he's worth it.

You know, Helen, it's like my father used to say.

"A cheap whore may get you off, but never a cheap attorney."

At any rate, I'm in there answering question after question.

All I can think is, market's going crazy, and if we play dollar-yen,

we make a bundle, but we're screwed because I'm stuck without my cell phone.

Even if I had called in, there was nobody around to place the order...

because Justin was, you know, unavailable.

So, you look nice, different.

Do something to your hair?

Go see Jimmy at the salon or something?

Anyway, I'm sure...

more than anyone, you will miss Justin.

Yes, Warren, I will miss him.

Mmm. No, I mean,

really miss him... in so many different ways.

Yes, Warren, I will really miss him.

In fact, I went downtown this afternoon...

to get a new pair of black shoes for his funeral.

News flash. The guy is gone.

I hardly think he's gonna notice what kind of shoes you have on.

Well, something amazing happened.

I was in the store trying on shoes...

when I noticed this man... looking at me.

He was looking at me very intensely.

And I wondered what he was doing there.

In this woman's shoe store, I mean. He didn't appear to be with anyone.

Um, he had very blue eyes.

They were what we used to call "penetrating."

Well, it took my breath away.

I glanced away for a second, and when I turned around, he was gone.

I began to think maybe I had imagined him in the first place, maybe I'd made him up.

So I paid for the shoes, and I left the store.

But... outside was the man.

He glanced at me for a second and then turned away.

I started to ask him his name, but I got dizzy.

So I walked away.

I went down the street to the pasta store to buy fresh pasta.

The pasta that we're eating right now, you and I.

And...

I'm in the pasta store, and, um,

I sense a presence behind me.

I slowly turn around...

and there he was again.

He didn't say anything. He just looked at me.

He looked deep into my eyes but said nothing.

I was scared, so I rushed into the street.

Now the man is at my side, and he hailed a cab.

And just like that, this cab appeared out of nowhere.

I got in, and he got in beside me.

The cab moved forward.

Mmm. Do you like the pasta?

The sauce is all right, don't you think?

I had Carmen make up a little sauce before she left.

"Something simple," I said.

And here it is, and it's quite nice. It's a nice, simple sauce.

Well, the next thing I knew, the cab stopped.

I got out and followed him into this very nice apartment building.

We rode the elevator in silence.

I mean, this stranger just searching me with his eyes.

When we got out, I followed him into his apartment.

He closed the door behind him,

and he started to kiss me.

He kissed me and took off my clothes, and I looked at him.

I looked deep... into his penetrating eyes.

And he was inside me, and, oh...

Warren, it was wonderful. It was the most wonderful sex I've had in years.

Anything else? Another helping?

Helen, uh,

this is one of those stories you're always working on...

at that adult education course I'm paying for, right?

I think I've been a good wife, Warren.

I've played the game.

I've been charming at your business dinners.

When I had the chance to go back to school, I put it on hold...

because it didn't fit into your schedule.

But nothing seems good enough for you.

First,

Was your contention I slept with Joe Mackey,

your asthmatic first boss with the yellow fingernails.

And then, Wayne, the 18-year-old tennis pro at the club...

you made us join to help grow the business.

Oh, well, of course, my personal favorite...

my therapist I went to see because of all the men you accused me of sleeping with.

But... finding Justin...

the one decent man you've worked with since I've known you...

dead on the living room floor was the final straw.

I'm leaving, Warren. Sit down.

I said, "Sit down"!

Now, I know you're upset,

and I forgive you.

And I forgive you for saying you're leaving.

I know Justin was a friend of yours. He was a friend of mine too.

But I'll go to work tomorrow, Helen,

and when I come home, you'll be here, same as always,

because we love each other, Helen.

And besides,

you know that if you weren't here,

I'd come and find you.

Now you can clear.

Did the dog wake you?

No.

Then you slept all right?

I slept fine.

When did you get back?

Late.

How late?

12:30.

Wasn't it almost 2:00?

No. It was 12:30.

Maybe a little after.

It was almost 2:00. I looked at the clock.

I thought you were asleep. I was... till you came in.

I thought you said the dog didn't wake you?

The dog never wakes me.

You woke me at 2:00 in the morning. I was with a client.

I'm buying a gun...

and keeping it under my pillow in case you come back late.

You made your point.

The last thing we need is a gun in this house.

- My father used to say, - "A great man.

"He'd be so proud of us. -"If there's a gun in the house, the odds are that..."

- Because people die, Chris. - "People die, Chris.

- They die. - They get shot. They die. And often, it is a mistake.

You think I'd shoot you by accident?

- No. - Actually, I already have one.

So you really should make a point of getting in before 12:00 every night.

When was the last time you spoke to Dr. Gadney?

Um, three weeks? Uh...

I stopped seeing him because he wanted me to continue medication, and I...

Oh, so you...

you stopped your medication.

I have a surprise.

I got one for you.

You're insane. I'm not touching that.

We can exchange it.

For the office.

I can't.

I wish you'd been there...

at the store with me, you know?

Huh?

All the...

The way they were displayed...

Mm-hmm. They were so beautiful.

The way the light played on the metal...

and the smell and the grain of the wood on the handles.

The sheer variety.

How does it feel?

It feels great.

I won again.

Well, you did write the program.

Wh-What time is it? What are you doing here, Tennel?

Is it lunch already?

No, it's morning, sir. I have here...

Oh, are you hungry, boy? Oh. Oh, come on. Come on.

Watch, Tennel. Look.

What if I call you Misty? All right.

How about... a bone?

Good boy!

Come here. No. No licking.

- Stop that. Stop the licking. - I have your messages.

There's an urgent E-mail from the office in Bonn in regards to...

- I don't care. Delete them. - Mr. Morgan?

No more E-mails from Bonn or faxes or data of any kind.

Delete Bonn.

In fact, delete all of Germany. Sir?

No. Wait, wait, wait, wait. You're right. Europe.

You want no information from anywhere on the continent of Europe?

I was scrolling through net weather last night, and I had an epiphany.

An epiphany? It's been raining...

for 38 days in Deer Plain, Illinois.

- On the screen? - No, no, no. Real rain.

Do we have business in Deer Plain?

No, no. I... I...

I met a girl from Deer Plain once.

Freshman year, college.

Janice Taylor.

- Couldn't talk to her. - A real girl?

Yes! Yes.

Sh-She didn't know I was alive. Did you try writing?

Too slow. I wanted conversation, but...

But without having to talk to anyone.

Yes, exactly. So I started tinkering, and I became obsessed.

The possibilities were limitless. The military had...

built the networks, the academics were trading data,

but no one...

had thought of wiring... people.

Eventually, we did it.

Now the world is connected, Tennel, from Guam...

to Deer Plain.

- And this is your epiphany? - My epiphany, Tennel.

It's all... too much.

I can do without.

Delete everything.

Mr. Morgan,

I have tried to handle your affairs to the best of my ability...

in the face of your...

growing eccentricities.

Now, I ran your business from a 747, constantly circling the Earth,

until your fear of flying.

Now, I have not seen my mother on holiday or weekend even...

for over four years.

Shh, shh. Tennel, look. Look. Look.

He's begging. He's learned a new trick.

Mr. Morgan, I have no choice but to tender my resignation.

But you can't.

I'll double your salary.

If I stay, I will stuff a pillow over your face in the dead of night.

Well, fine.

Just find me someone, then. Call that law firm. They're discreet.

I need someone to keep the input out.

That's a good boy. Jump!

Bark!

Yes! Come on.

Helen Harding on line one, Mr. Sullivan.

Hello, Helen.

Yes.

Something came across my desk that I thought might be interesting.

- May I call you back? - They didn't have to disclose that?

- Uh-uh. - Yeah.

Tim, did you see the special last night?

There was some amazing footage of your dad.

No, I, uh, had to work.

Chris tape it? I don't know.

I'll ask her.

What are we shopping for?

I have a job interview. Mmm.

I need to reinvent myself. And who am I talking to?

Someone who thought she was Wonder Woman when she was a kid,

but now realizes it's been one dinner party too many.

Well, I used to think I was Audrey Hepburn, so...

Hi, Chris. The last job interview I had...

was for hostess at the Magic Pan.

I was a senior in high school.

I didn't get it.

Mmm.

I have a good feeling about this job interview.

Tyler.

Thanks for meeting me. I know you've only been gone a week.

So did you think about what you're gonna do?

Travel. Africa. We're thinking of Africa.

Going on one of these safari things.

That sounds interesting. What's up?

Harding. He's gonna walk.

Get out of here. The D.A.'s gonna throw it out.

He says, "improper handling of evidence."

I don't believe this.

- Well, we lost the gun. - No shit.

And the body. The body disappeared.

- The stiff disappeared? - Some royal fuck-up at the morgue.

You don't wanna know.

- The body and the weapon are gone? - Case dismissed.

Well, the body and the weapon.

But we know he did it.

What are you asking, Agee?

Keep an eye out.

Agee, let me ask you a question.

You get a 261.

You're the first one on the scene. Perp's still there.

Real piece of shit.

Standin' over a young girl. Sixteen, seventeen. She's in bad shape.

Blow him away, no one's the wiser.

You don't? Probably be chasing him after he beats it in court.

What'll you do? Does the Perp have a gun?

No threat to you.

- As an officer, of course, I arrest him. - But what do you do?

Jesus, Tyler. I don't know.

Depends on what I had for lunch that day.

Do I have the same girlfriend as two nights ago?

Suppose I slip and the weapon accidentally discharges? Who knows until you're there?

I could keep an eye on Harding. Thanks, man.

I have a meeting with Mr. Morgan.

Can I ask you to step out of the vehicle, ma'am?

I need to search you. Right over here, please. Arms up.

When walking through the compound,

Do not feed any of the wildlife.

They are all on special diets.

You are fine. Come with me.

Would you be willing to move into the compound?

Um, yes.

I-I mean, I have great hopes for this opportunity.

Can I speak frankly? Oh, please do.

If you are accepted for this position, do not expect too much.

In all honesty, the job is not what it seems.

Tim Sullivan said... Yes, I know.

Let me be candid.

The employer, Mr. Morgan,

is quite...

eccentric.

But he has changed the way people learn, think, even interact.

True, but he's not an amusing eccentric.

He's another sort of eccentric.

Oh, how so?

You see, I would like to change my life. Oh.

I understand your need exactly. You do?

Oh, yeah, I too wish to break away.

When I came here, Mr. Morgan talked of making movies.

"But software is software," he said.

And studios... they wined and dined us.

It was a heady time, but his interest waned.

I'm determined to get back to the life that I set out for.

I'm going to direct.

Good for you.

And I'm changing my name.

Oh, to what?

I'm changing the first letter of my last name from "T" to "F".

So you become... Fennel.

Like the herb.

It's a Eurasian plant, having pinnate leaves...

and small clusters of yellow flowers, grouped in umbels.

I-I just love to cook!

Mr. Fennel! Yes.

And I intend to grow a small mustache to disguise my identity.

I'll part my hair on the other side of my head.

I'm just gonna throw caution to the wind.

A new and improved Mr. Tennel. Let's hope so.

Okay.

Here we go.

Our new lives await.

Hello.

Hello.

You know who I am? Yes.

You know I don't like people.

- Uh, lately, I don't either. - Really?

Uh, tell me, Miss, uh...

Harding?

Do you read your mail?

Yes.

Hmm. If you get 20 pieces of junk mail a day,

would you still read your mail?

Uh, I suppose so.

- Hmm. Twenty thousand? - Twenty thousand?

No. Of course, not 20,000.

It's all junk mail, Miss Harding.

What's your opinion on information?

I spend more time trying to remember how to use my pager,

cell phone, electronic organizer,

laptop, cordless phone with caller I.D., than I do actually using them.

You wish for a simpler life.

Exactly.

Y-You would be cut off from the world, Mrs. Harding, your children...

I have no children, Mr. Morgan.

A nuisance, I've always thought.

So I've been told.

Your... Your job...

would be...

to make sure that no one...

gets in.

- Sir? - You'd be like a police force.

To serve and protect. Th-Th-That would be your motto.

To serve and protect.

Uh-huh. Yeah. Can you start immediately?

I have no other obligations.

Well, t-tomorrow, then?

Tomorrow.

Lee Garland, I'm going to take you by this little hand,

higher and further than any woman of the theater has ever gone before.

- The beauty and glamour... - Hey, bow tie.

Can I, like, rent these?

Like fucking today?

Oh. I'm sorry.

Um, your name, please?

Lee.

A first name? Annabel.

You're joking.

Hey, it's my name.

"It was many and many a year ago in a kingdom by the sea...

that a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabel Lee."

You got it.

My name is Fennel,

as in the herb.

Oh, I'm sorry to say, but these are due back by 9:00 tomorrow night,

Annabel Lee.

Listen. A word of advice, Herb. Don't say my name like that.

Don't be creeping me out with some sick, pervert thing.

Do it again, I tell my brother.

He has to pack. You know why?

Does he travel frequently?

No. People were, like, pushing him around.

So one day, Larry told Sydney... that's my brother...

that your sister, meaning me, was a whore and told him I'd give him head.

Sidney tells Larry to fuck off. Then Larry and these other guys beat him up.

So Sydney gets his piece and says he's gonna shoot Larry next time he sees him.

And he just goes straight up to Larry and says, "Who's a fucking whore?" And, blam!

Larry was dead. He was dead, just like that. Straight up, so fucking fresh.

H-He shot another boy?

He called me a whore. He deserved to fucking die.

Yeah!

Oh, Oscar, don't leave me now!

I'm nothing without you. I never will be.

Did she say anything about kids?

About us not having kids? Did Helen mention that to you?

She was calling from a pay phone. The conversation was brief.

Because my understanding is that she got over that... about having kids.

I don't think Helen's coming back. At least, not in the foreseeable future.

Bullshit! Where would she go? What would she use for money?

It's not like she knows anybody who would help her get a job.

She was fucking Justin. I know this for a fact.

I have pictures. You do?

I hired somebody.

You hired a private detective? No. Bernard.

- Bernard? - The kid who does the yard work.

- You hired some kid? - Him, I trust.

I told him to keep an eye on Helen.

- He followed Helen? - Yep. Took pictures... dark, grainy, out of focus.

But I can tell. God, you know... Kids!

Kids were not in the cards, so she starts showing me articles about surrogate parents.

I said, "Are you out of your mind?" Some Mexican peasant, pay $10,000.

She gets knocked up. We take... "What are you thinking, woman?" It's a scam!

- Warren, let's, uh... - A year later, Mamacita changes her mind,

takes the baby back.

This is the kind of vortex of insanity she wanted to dive into.

You notice anything different around the house?

Um...

Aw, shit. W-Warren.

Look around.

I mean, really look.

You painted the kitchen. It's brighter, right?

Makes the whole place look... cheerier.

What do you call that color? It's, uh, what do you call it?

Eggshell. Light Eggshell.

- Hmm. Nice. - Yeah. We're redoing the whole place.

Do it the way I like.

So where are we going here, Warren?

Oh, see, I'm taking charge of my life, Tim.

I'm not falling apart.

I've set up a trust fund for Justin's kids.

His wife said they don't want my money, but money's money.

She'll change her mind. Mm-hmm.

Beer? Wine?

Tim? What? Um...

It's pretty early. Um, I-I should be...

If she tries to take any of this, I will destroy her.

"Destroy." You can use those words.

- Right. Well... - Tell her I got a new gun.

- You shouldn't have a gun, Warren. - What are you, a Democrat?

We'll talk.

Islands in the water

♪ Washing silver sands ♫

Excuse me, sir?

Um, is it evening already, Miss Harding?

No, still morning, sir. Uh, there were E-mails from Singapore,

New York, Moscow, which I have deleted,

and over a hundred voice mail messages, which I have erased.

Yeah. Great, great, great.

Yes, sir.

Um, however, there is one...

person...

Person? Your lawyer.

He says that he has urgent business...

and that he's called, faxed, and E-mailed, but heard nothing.

So he's come to see you.

I saved the princess.

I saved the princess!

It's about money.

Th-Th-That's the reason he's come to see me, isn't it?

He's driven quite a ways. Perhaps you should see him.

- I can't see anyone! - It will only take a minute, Mr. Morgan.

I think it might be quite painless. That's your recommendation?

- You've been here a week and telling me what to do. - I...

I like that. Send him in.

He'll see you.

Are you all right?

I'm all right.

You have one minute of my time.

Mr. Morgan, your company's stock has been dropping precipitously.

There's talk of a class action lawsuit among your shareholders.

Parasites!

If you do not prepare to defend yourself, sir, you may be wiped out.

To hell with these people, Sullivan. I made them rich!

You'd better talk fast.

Look, I am a very busy man.

There's been a merger among your competitors.

The world is full of competitors.

Your competitors have taken your market share.

Your stock is plummeting.

Some have lost millions.

- Time's up. - You face possible bankruptcy, Mr. Morgan.

Miss Harding. I'm afraid you're gonna have to leave.

Convince him it's in his best interest, please.

I'll try, but now is not a good time.

Sir,

I'm afraid your services are no longer required.

Mr. Morgan...

Very well. And... don't bother sending me a bill.

I don't read mail.

Mr. Sullivan would have left without the gun, sir.

Yes. Yeah. But would he have left as fast?

You can go, Miss Harding.

Yes? What?

I was just thinking about a friend of mine...

whose husband got so enraged when he thought she was seeing another man,

he shot the other man.

His own business partner.

To this day,

she sees the man on her living room floor.

His blood.

The same man who'd been at their house for a dinner party a week earlier.

What happened to your friend? She left her husband then.

He killed to keep her and she left anyway.

Did they catch him? No, he got off.

Is he... dangerous?

He doesn't know where she is.

Miss Harding,

I would... protect her.

Sir? Yes.

If... by some chance...

she came to be in my employ, I would...

protect her from...

her jealous husband.

Please, uh, close the door on your way out.

Where is that motherfucker?

Sidney... Don't insult me, A.

People like that should fuckin' die, man. Should... Fuck.

He didn't actually do anything.

Yeah, not yet!

I told him straight up: You mess with me, and Sidney'll waste ya.

Fuckin' right! Fuckin' right!

Listen to me, A. Did he touch you at all?

Did he touch you? Not exactly.

Did he touch you anywhere? You can be honest with me. I'm your brother, all right?

I wouldn't let him.

Good. He wanted to.

What? He wanted to touch my hair.

I'm starting to fucking bug over a fucking guy.

He asked me my name, where I live... What the fuck did you say?

- Eat me, loser. - Fucking right! Don't go back there, okay?

Just don't go back there, you hear me? It's not good.

He wanted a pair of my panties. What?

He asked if he could have a pair of my panties.

Oh, God.

Just straight up. He leans over the counter and he asks for a pair of my undies.

Ooh, fuck! Listen, if you see him on the street,

like stalking you, you fucking come after me.

You come and get me, and I'll get my piece and I'll fucking kill him!

I'll fucking kill the mother...

Hey! We're fuckin' walkin' here!

He didn't actually touch me. Don't lie to me, A.

Straight up. Okay, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

I'm...

- Your face is all red. - No, I know. I just get worked up sometimes.

Oh... Take deep breaths.

No, I'm fine, I'm fine. Let me get you a soda.

No, no, I should cut back on the sugar.

- You know, you're my protector. - I'm your brother.

While you were locked up...

I prayed.

How'd you do that?

O God,

watch over Sidney.

Avenge his enemies.

Keep us together. Like that.

That's nice.

- Who else I got 'cept you? - You... You have God.

God don't got a gun.

You're good.

What's that? Good. You.

What are you, special forces? Cop. I'm retired.

Really? How many years?

Twenty-five. Good for you.

Excuse me.

I'm new at this, uh, shooting.

Squeeze, don't pull.

I'll remember that.

Personal question. Uh-huh.

Are you married?

Yes, I am. Does she pack?

- Pack? - You let her carry a gun?

Plenty of people out there without my wife having one.

Another personal question?

Shoot. Uh!

You ever use your gun, I mean, on the job?

Couple of times. Ever kill somebody?

No.

Ever want to? Nah.

Are you... Are you talking to me? Huh?

I bet there was one time... You must be talking to me, motherfucker!

Are you talking to me?

No, I did my job.

Not up to me what happens after that.

Come on. I bet you had some tough choices.

Go ahead and make...

my motherfucking day!

Here's a hypothetical for you.

You're a cop.

You've just broken into a room. You've got your gun drawn.

Young girl has just been raped. You're all alone with this piece of shit.

I'd have shot him.

I'm sorry. So what really happened?

Like I say, hypothetical.

Fucker! Feel lucky, punk?

That guy deserved to die.

Maybe. Not for me to say.

I'll remember what you said. Which thing?

Squeeze, don't pull.

Hasta la vista, motherfucker!

Officer down at the corner of...

- I love the room. - Yes?

It's so fucking big.

It makes me feel like that girl in Pretty Woman with the bubble bath and shit.

- How old are you exactly? - I'm a consenting partner.

So are you married or something?

I'm, uh...

or something. Whatever.

- You find me attractive, Annabel? - Yeah, sure.

What do you find attractive about me? You look like money.

I watched you peeling off bills in that bar...

like it was only slips of paper.

I want to feel like that. I want money to be like slips of paper and buy things.

You know? Drinks, cars, trips.

I want that shit.

You make a lot of money?

Enough.

I fuckin' love that shit!

You and money... like it's nothing.

So what is it, Annabel? It's everything.

It's what it's all about.

You got it. Gimme some.

Don't tell me you came here for the money. I'm not a whore, Tim.

I just wanna feel some of your money. Gimme some of your money.

I fucking love this shit!

Miss Harding... Uh, oh, whoa...

I'm sorry, I...

I didn't mean to startle you.

Um, I need you to, uh...

uh, join me for dinner this evening.

What about this, Burns? Kidnapping, huh?

Trying to frame me, huh? I never saw this woman before.

What a thing to say.

Hello?

Hello? Who's there?

I could star 69 you and find out who this is.

Hello! Fuckin' asshole.

Private number. Jerks.

The pasta's excellent.

Y-Your day, Miss Harding?

Uh, quiet. I read.

You know, uh, dining with you, Miss Harding, is, uh...

restful.

Thank you.

- Miss Harding. - Yes, sir?

Do you have plans this evening...

af-after dinner? No, sir.

I wonder if, uh...

Yes?

There's a very I-important, uh, something.

Very...

Uh, I need your assistance in the study.

All right, Mr. Morgan.

E... 6.

Mm-mm. Miss.

You ever been in love, Mr. Morgan?

M... My... mother.

Oh. You were close?

Hmm.

She left when I was small. Eh...

She moved into an all-female commune. I never understood why.

Oh.

Um... B-3?

- Hit! - Whoa!

And, uh, you, Miss Harding? Hmm?

Ever been in love?

My sophomore year in college.

- C-7. - Uh, miss.

Yes, he was...

out in the real world and very focused.

We took a vacation together.

Climbed Machu Picchu. It's very romantic.

He asked me to marry him amidst the Peruvian ruins. Hmm! So I did.

I left school after my sophomore year. Uh, D-5?

D-5?

Miss Harding...

you sunk my battleship.

♪ Dreaming of my dream girl

♪ In the moonlight ♪ Climbed Machu Picchu. It's very romantic.

He asked me to marry him amidst the Peruvian Ruins.

Hmm! So I did.

The lion is hungry.

The lion is bored.

- I'm returning this. - Oh. I hope you enjoyed it.

- Not really. - Really? It's a bit of a favorite around here.

- The plot was ridiculous. - I haven't actually seen...

Get this... two thieves, Honey Bunny and Pumpkin...

a hit Oman eating a Hawaiian burger while he's about to kill people...

- I didn't buy it. - It's a movie. It doesn't have to make sense.

I found this as a rule, myself. You got any of those...

- You have any adult films? - You mean more sophisticated?

Yeah.

- Yes, we have that sort of thing. - It's for a friend.

Why don't I pick something out for you? Good of you.

Okay. Hmm.

Here we go.

Pépé Le Moko? Peter The Thief.

Foreign film, huh?

Well, all right, if you say it's hot.

You seem in a good mood today. Oh, yes.

You see, I'm in love, and love conquers all things.

Let us surrender to love. Annabel.

That's a pretty name... for a girl.

Sweet Annabel. A vision.

- A girl of golden locks and alabaster skin... - Here.

These are, like, yours. Thank you for bringing them back.

Remember I told you about my brother Sidney? Yes.

Well, he's out now, so you behave yourself. Of course.

Don't fuckin' stare at me!

- I'm taking this. It's my brother's favorite. - Driving Miss Daisy?

It always makes him cry.

See ya.

That was her.

- Oh, no. - A vision. Am I right?

A vision of 12 going on 45.

I'm gettin' a venereal disease just lookin' at her.

"We loved with a love that was more than a love, I and my Annabel Lee,

with a love the winged serifs of heaven coveted, her and me."

Word of warning.

Everything fades. Everything.

After time, it turns to ashes in your mouth.

To dirt. To shit. It rots.

Remember that.

Whew!

The lion is amorous.

The lion is playful.

I think my lover's having an affair. Oh.

How do you know?

Comes home late. No energy. Claims to be working.

The obvious signs. I think it's a woman, no less.

So your girlfriend's a lesbian?

Anything's possible.

I'm sorry. Mm-hmm.

Hello. Hello?

Helen, it's you, isn't it? I knew you'd want to come back.

Don't hang up.

Hello? Hello?

This, um...

Look, is this gonna take all night? 'Cause I told someone I'd meet him later.

Have you told anybody about us? No, no.

Of course not. Hey, we're not having some relationship or anything.

We're just fucking, you know?

Don't worry. Your little Wifey's never gonna know.

I told you, I'm not married. Whatever.

Look, I know I haven't been a lot of fun tonight. Uhh...

Thought you people weren't supposed to have that problem.

"You people." Okay.

"You people."

Ahh, fuck.

- Gimme some money. - Thought you told me you weren't a whore.

I'm not!

You wasted my entire evening, and now you should fuckin' recompense me.

I don't follow that line of thought.

Look, gimme some money, or else I tell people you got me drunk and fucked me,

you sick mother.

How that make you look? How will your little Wifey like that?

- I told you. I'm not married. - They'd love to hear about this...

at that big, important law firm of yours.

- I am a fucking minor. - All right.

I am fucking impressionable. Now, I got took advantage of, so you owe me money.

- Give me some fucking money! - All right. Take it easy.

Here. Here.

You call this money?

Are you tryin' to fuckin' hustle me now? Aah! Fuck!

I'm tellin' my brother what you done. He's gonna take care of you. Okay.

I'm going to the newspapers. I'm telling them what you did to me.

Your little Wifey's... I'm not married!

- My brother will flip his fucking shit. - Fuck!

- He thinks I'm very religious. - What religion? Cannibalism?

You know what? I bet your Parents'll be real proud of you, huh?

You're fucking a mi... What the fuck is that?

Let... Gimme that, Annabel!

Ohh!

You know, I can't believe you with this fucking gun.

What a fucking joke. It's so little.

I bet you couldn't even aim it, unless your daddy came and held it for you.

Sidney says you people never even have daddies.

Hey, hey! Fuck! Fuckin'...

Fuck.

You shot me.

Oh, shit!

Look, look, I got you off.

You said if I ever needed a favor to call, so I need a favor.

How bad? Real bad.

Did you register in the hotel? Never in my own name, no.

- Where are you? - I'm at...

I'm at the corner of Gerda and Astor.

Stay put. I'll see you in ten minutes.

♪ At night when I'm layin' in bed all I do is ♪

Remember me? The cop.

Ex-cop now. Mm. Too bad they threw your whole fuckin' case out.

Oh... justice prevails.

You know, I'd prefer it if you didn't sit at my table.

Tough. Fine. I'll move.

Take it easy. What, are we gonna have trouble now?

No trouble, Warren. Don't call me Warren.

Warren.

You know, I'm not scared of you.

How's your wife, Warren? How's my...

Wife. Woman you're married to.

It's none of your business. I haven't seen Helen lately.

I haven't done anything.

Thought I told you to sit down.

Now, if I find out that anything happened to her...

Look, I ha... I haven't done anything.

- You shot your partner. - Why are you doing this?

Because I like making you uncomfortable. Am I doing that?

What's your problem, comin' in here and mind-fuckin' me?

Vodka martini.

Tim.

Warren.

I hate that fuckin' pig.

Excuse me. You speaking to me?

That fucking jerk. The only thing fucking worse is lawyers.

I wouldn't know. I'm... in retail clothing.

Oh, you are? Mm-hmm.

That's nice.

You know what?

What?

I have a gun.

So do I.

Me too.

Tyler.

How you doin', Agee?

Did I tell you? I'm gonna quit drinkin'.

Good for you.

Just had a little conversation.

- Retail clothing, Tim? - Don't push me, Warren.

There's another one over there. I recognize somebody else.

Who? Some fucking punk.

What'd he do? Killed another punk.

- The whole thing got dismissed. - What happened?

Illegal search and seizure.

I could off the both of them, walk out of here and nobody would be wiser.

What about the witnesses?

Would you tell anybody?

No.

Would you?

Definitely not.

Watch this.

- Hi. How you doin'? - Are you talkin' to us?

Yeah, I'm talking to you. Yeah?

I'm talking to you, yeah. Nice watch.

We're having a private conversation.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Sorry...

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your private conversation.

Okay?

What the... Rough night?

Something like that.

Now you look just like me.

I know where she is, Warren,

and she is never coming back.

Hey. Come back here.

Hey, hey. Ten bucks. You said you represent me!

You said you represent me! Our man's movin'.

Better notify next of kin.

- She have anybody? - Brother. Just got back on the street.

Great. Better send him down to the morgue.

♪ Extra, extra read all about it, BTK's got the feelin' so shout it ♪

♪ Loud, proud strong and free ♪

♪ Party people y'all get down with me ♪

♪ Drivin' around in my hot Chevy Nova ♫

Mr. Morgan?

Mr. Morgan?

Mr. Morgan!

Miss Harding.

Hmm.

I, uh, didn't hear you come in.

Pong? No, sir.

I, um... I have bad news.

What do you mean?

Um, communications this morning...

relate that, uh, due to constant neglect of business...

and the lawsuit brought against you by your shareholders,

you have lost everything.

The, um... The suit went uncontested.

I'm rich.

The judge awarded triple damages.

No, no, no. My savings.

Depleted. Your stocks have been sold to pay your creditors.

My house!

The bank owns it now.

I'm... not wealthy?

You are penniless.

Chris, uh...

Look, something came up, and, um...

I know. I'm... I'm sorry.

There were clients from L.A.

Then we met these other people.

I know I should've called.

Look, I know it's been a rough couple of weeks...

but the, uh... the worst is over.

The worst is over. That case I was working on? It's settled.

Settled. The clients are very happy.

Um... I'll be home earlier.

A lot earlier. And, um...

what I'd really like to do, I'd like to spend more time with you.

Chris?

Shh! Shh! Shh!

Huh.

Where do I go?

Help me.

I will. We'll find something.

Hm. You'll do that? Yes.

- Why? - Because I care about you.

And I...

I love you.

Oh, you don't... you don't mean that. I do.

No. No, you don't, Mr. Morgan. Yes.

I-I love you. I do. Yes! No, you don't mean it.

I do love you. You must love me back. Now do it! No, don't!

Mr. Morgan, you don't even know me. I do.

Mr. Morgan, listen. You gave me a job when I needed it most.

I am in your debt for that.

You're brilliant and strange, and I am very fond of you.

But I spent 15 years inside my husband's world,

and I am not going to spend the next 15 years inside yours.

I'm sorry.

I've been here watching television...

A nature program. They were showing these baby antelopes in the wild...

playing in the tall grass, and they were attacked by a pack of jackals.

They ripped the antelopes apart.

I started to cry, and I couldn't stop.

Everything made me cry after that...

game shows, sitcoms.

Well, maybe it's the medication.

It's supposed to make me feel better, but it...

it only got me more depressed, so I kept upping the dosage.

Oh, sir? Sir, hi. We're gonna be closing soon.

- If you need any help finding anything, please let me know. - Sorry, sorry.

No, that's all right. That's all right.

I've come to a conclusion.

You're the reason I have feelings of low self-esteem.

You can't believe that.

I found a black lipstick case in your suit pocket.

- Feel like I have a delayed reaction. - I'm sorry?

Like when something, um, tragic happens in your life.

'Cause some people, they just, like, repress it,

'Cause, like, expressing emotion is, like...

it's, like, difficult for 'em.

Did something tragic in your life occur?

Yeah, my sister died.

She was murdered.

Who is he?

Sweetie, please don't do this to yourself. Please.

I have to know.

It wasn't a he.

- What? - Mr. Morgan...

You lied to me. No, I didn't.

You said you would protect me. You're a liar, just like the others. You lied to me.

You tricked me for money. For money, huh? For my money!

But...

I have a pretty good idea who did this.

You do?

You know, lately I hear this voice.

I wanted to try it.

I just wanted to... wanted to...

see if I could live a normal life.

A voice?

Yes, it was my inner child.

My inner child was telling me I had a lot of rage.

There's one thought that comforts me.

It's that my sister was very religious.

And she prayed.

- Who do you really work for? Who? - Mr. Morgan, I work for you.

You want what I know? My secrets? Huh?

You can't have them. They belong to me.

Chris, what are we talkin' about?

My inner child says we shouldn't take this neglect and abuse any longer.

We?

- Do you know how to pray? - Me?

Why don't you show me...

how you fucking pray.

Mr. Morgan, I only wanted to find a place away from the world.

I didn't want anything else. You know too much.

My mind...

belongs to me.

You can't take it with you. None of you can.

- Chris, please. - I have to take control of my own life.

- Stop it. - Now.

Now.

Plea... Please, Mr. Morgan.

Please don't. Don't do this.

This... This isn't you, Mr. Morgan.

Sir, there's been a terrible mistake!

Pow!

My inner child says control your destiny.

- Fucker. - That's what we decided.

There's too much information!

Aah-haah!

Aah!

Call somebody, Chris.

All right.

Chris.

Hello, Dr. Gadney, it's Chris.

I know it's been a while, but I was thinking I needed to see you again.

- Tyler. - Tyler, it's Agee.

- Yeah. - Didn't we see Tim Sullivan with Harding tonight?

- That we did. - He's just shown up in his apartment dead.

Shit, I just got a 187.

Meet me later at Sullivan's.

Dr. Gadney warned me that my sugar levels...

I'm not home.

You're home, aren't you, Sullivan? This is Warren.

Don't you fucking dare give me that smug shit anymore!

I saw you tonight at the bar, sittin' there with your shirt.

And you know what? I thought, "Now you.

Now you know what it's like to wait for somebody and blow 'em away."

So you better tell me where she is, Sullivan. You better tell me about Helen.

Otherwise, you're gonna get a call to come to my house for a meeting.

And I'll be waiting...

just like I was for Justin.

You gettin' all this, Sullivan?

Yeah. Couldn't be clearer, Warren.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, right. No, Mom, I don't want to go shopping.

No, I have shoes for the winter.

Well, they don't always make me feel better.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.

Um, listen, I gotta go, Mom. I have a pretty full day.

I'll talk to you later, okay? All right, bye.

Um, how are you?

Oh, you know. They have a gym here.

I always talked about joining a gym.

I'm thinking of going back to school. You? School?

You didn't finish the first time. Yeah, I remember.

- Why didn't you finish? - I went to Machu Picchu with you.

Oh, that was a great trip.

I guess you think we should get a divorce.

What would Justin think?

I take that as a yes.

I'm staying at the house.

Go ahead.

You notice the wallpaper? Yeah, it's cheerier.

That's it. Exactly.

I told you you'd go back. I knew you would.

- I knew you'd end up back at the house. - Actually, the house is on the market.

Are you crazy? Putting the house on the market after I redecorated?

- I should go now. - No, I'm sorry. Helen, Helen, please don't go.

Don't go. Please.

You know, we could try for that baby you wanted.

There are procedures. I know I didn't want to before, but I have more time now.

- Warren, you're in jail. - I could see the kid on the weekends.

Divorced parents do it all the time.

You just have to drop him off. They wouldn't let me drive and pick him up.

I have to go.

- Take care of yourself. - In here?

Wherever.

I did it for you. I did it to protect the house.

You... You'll come and visit me, right, Helen? You...

You know, I won't be in here forever!

When I get out, I'll come and find you! I will come and find you, Helen!

I will... Helen! Helen!

I'll... I'll come and find you! Helen!

Helen! Helen!

Holy fuck.

Freeze! Don't you fucking move! Freeze!

Adds a few pounds, doesn't it?

Ow! Misty!

Down, Whitey.

Come, come. Save the princess!

Helen, can I ask you something?

Go ahead, Lewis.

You're a cop. You enter a room. Your gun is drawn.

♪ Maybe it's the movies Maybe it's the books ♪

♪ Maybe it's the bullets Maybe it's the real crooks ♪

♪ Maybe it's the drugs Maybe it's the parents ♪

♪ Maybe it's the colors everybody's wearin' ♪

♪ Maybe it's the president Maybe it's the last one ♪

♪ Maybe it's the one before that What he done ♪

♪ Maybe it's the high schools Maybe it's the teachers ♪

♪ Maybe it's the tattooed children in the bleachers ♪

♪ Maybe it's the Bible Maybe it's the lack ♪

♪ Maybe it's the music Maybe it's the crack ♪

♪ Maybe it's the hairdos Maybe it's the TV ♪

♪ Maybe it's the cigarettes Maybe it's the family ♪

♪ Maybe it's the fast food Maybe it's the news ♪

♪ Maybe it's divorce Maybe it's abuse ♪

♪ Maybe it's the lawyers Maybe it's the prisons ♪

♪ Maybe it's the senators Maybe it's the system ♪

♪ Maybe it's the fathers Maybe it's the sons ♪

♪ Maybe it's the sisters Maybe it's the moms ♪

♪ Maybe it's the radio Maybe it's road rage ♪

♪ Maybe El Niño or U.V. rays ♪

♪ Maybe it's the army Maybe it's the liquor ♪

♪ Maybe it's the papers Maybe the militia ♪

♪ Maybe it's the athletes Maybe it's the ads ♪

♪ Maybe it's the sports fans Maybe it's a fad ♪

♪ Maybe it's the magazines Maybe it's the Internet ♪

♪ Maybe it's the lottery Maybe it's the immigrants ♪

♪ Maybe it's taxes Big business ♪

♪ Maybe it's the K.K.K. and the skinheads ♪

♪ Maybe it's the Communists Maybe it's the Catholics ♪

♪ Maybe it's the hippies Maybe it's the addicts ♪

♪ Maybe it's the art Maybe it's the sex ♪

♪ Maybe it's the homeless Maybe it's the banks ♪

♪ Maybe it's the clear cut Maybe it's the ozone ♪

♪ Maybe it's the chemicals Maybe it's the car phone ♪

♪ Maybe it's the fertilizer Maybe it's the nose rings ♪

♪ Maybe it's the end But I know one thing ♪

♪ If it were up to me ♪

♪ I'd take away the guns ♪

♪ I'd take away the guns ♪

♪ I'd take away the guns ♫